The system’s silver text still hung in the air between us like a silent accusation.
[Quest: Claim What Is Yours – In Progress]
[Duchess Seraphine Veyra – Loyalty: 34%]
[Netorare Flag: Active – External interest detected]
Seraphine’s robe had slipped further. The heavy curves of her BBW body were fully on display now — thick thighs parted on the edge of the desk, soft stomach, and those medium, full breasts that swayed with every slow breath. The silver rings through her nipples caught the firelight every time she moved. She made no effort to cover herself.
“You’re staring again, stepson,” she said, voice low and almost amused. “Your father used to look at me the same way… right before he failed to keep me.”
I stepped closer. The system pulsed, encouraging.
My hand returned to the heat between her legs. She was already dripping, the thick folds slick and hot against my fingers. When I pushed two inside, her head tipped back and a soft, broken moan slipped out. Her eyes half-lidded, mouth slightly open — the first real hint of the ahegao that would later ruin her face when other men took her.
“Harder,” she whispered. “Show me you’re not as weak as he was.”
I fucked her with my fingers, rough and deep. Her heavy breasts bounced with each thrust of my hand. The piercings glittered. Her thick ass pressed against the desk, soft flesh spreading. Every wet sound filled the quiet solar.
Seraphine’s composure cracked. Her free hand gripped my shoulder hard enough to bruise. Her thighs trembled around my wrist. When she came, it was with a choked, elegant cry that turned into a slack-jawed expression — tongue slightly out, eyes rolling, the classic ahegao of a woman who had been denied proper use for too long.
The system chimed.
[Progress: 18%]
[Temporary Bond Strengthened]
[Warning: Barbarian envoy approaches the keep. Estimated arrival: 2 hours]
[New Sub-Quest: Defend or Share]
Seraphine slowly came down from the orgasm, chest heaving. She looked at me with half-lidded eyes, a lazy, satisfied smile on her lips.
“Not bad… for a first attempt,” she murmured. She reached down, took my wrist, and slowly pulled my soaked fingers from her body. Then she brought them to her mouth and cleaned them with deliberate, slow licks.
“But remember this, little duke.” Her voice dropped. “Your system may call me ‘yours’… but my body has already been promised to more than one banner. The barbarian warlord who is riding here tonight once held me for three days during the northern campaign. He left these.”
She touched the silver rings through her nipples.
“And he intends to remind me who put them there.”
Outside, distant war horns sounded again — closer this time.
Seraphine stood, letting the robe fall completely. Her full, soft body was on full display: wide hips, thick thighs, heavy breasts, the glistening mess between her legs. She walked past me toward the door without covering herself.
“Clean yourself up,” she said over her shoulder. “We have guests. And tonight… you will learn the difference between a claim and ownership.”
The system updated one final time as the door closed behind her.
[Netorare Flag Elevated]
[Duchess Status: Contested]
[Main Quest Updated: Survive the First Sharing]